“It has killed her!” cried Dollie, darting to her side.
“She has fainted. Bring some water,” was Marion’s answer.
“It is all for the best, dear; do try and think so,” urged Marion a few minutes later, when Miss Allyn opened her eyes.
Miss Allyn drew herself up slowly and looked around.
“So it is all over, my dream of love,” she said, very slowly. “Well, I guess I’ve got spunk enough to pull me through. Where’s that looking-glass, Dollie. I want to smash the pieces.”
That was the last the girls heard of Miss Allyn’s love affair. Her lover’s name was buried in oblivion from that very moment.
If Miss Allyn grieved for him, she did not show it, but, if anything, she became a trifle more sad and pessimistic.
“It would have killed me, I know,” Dollie told Marion in confidence. “Why, if Ralph should deceive me, I’d commit suicide, I’m certain.”
“Well, then, you’d be a little goose, that’s all I’ve got to say,” was Marion’s answer. “Why, any one would think to hear you, Dollie, that Ralph was the only man in the world worth having.”